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Arion held her close while the fairies all around cheered and began to close in (fairies clearly had a very weak grasp on the concept of personal space), but all Frita could think was What have I done? They spent the night in their own tree, across the forest. And after Arion fell asleep, Frita descended to the grass below to pace back and forth, whispering, "I am Lord Frederigo D'Honaire of Allaria" over and over and over again. She knew the truth of the words, but some part of her could not believe it. She was a fairy! A fairy of Blueleaf! Every two seconds she unconsciously adjusted her hair or dress and she couldn't remember what it felt like to exist without a spark of magic at her core! And yet... she knew that she once had. And she had to cling to that for as long as she was able. Even though she would never be able to leave this forest again. She would just have to try her hardest to remember. She would stay with Arion, because she had to. For one reason or another, she'd allowed herself to become bonded to him, and there was no undoing it. But she refused to forget what she had once been. Though as the following weeks passed, this became more and more difficult. Blueleaf became ever more familiar, and her feelings for Arion deepened tremendously. She felt more and more at home here with every passing hour, as the simplicity of life here overwhelmed her. She couldn't dream of living by such a strict code as she had when she'd been Fred. Thinking about all the social conventions and fighting techniques and different countries made her head spin. Life as a human was so complex, so messy. It was all she could do to hold onto the name "Fred"... It had been at least several moons since she'd come here and joined herself with Arion. She was content for the most part, but sometimes, when she thought hard enough, she could just about tear herself apart. So, usually she didn't think particularly hard. It started like any other day. She rose early to go out for a morning flight with Arion, and then returned to the home tree to spend time with Celeste making dresses. Celeste always had the latest gossip, and on this particular morning, she opened by saying,
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